Yet another update. Is it confusing when I keep switching POV's? I don't want to make things so obvious you know. That's why i stopped when Paul was about to explain things.
I'm currently listening to Shakira's "Suerte(Whenever,Wherever) so if it comes out in the story, I'd like to apologize if it comes out in this story.
Maybe I'll change the song though and save this for a happier point in the story.
GABZ POV
I somehow felt the pain I saw on Paul's face. It only lingered a quick second then I saw the temper of the Paul I knew. I expected him to come and punch Chris in the face but he didn't. He turned on his heel, pushing past my two best friends, and disappeared down the hallway. Well. Didn't see that coming.
"Que es su problema? (What's his problem?)" Chris asked. I didn't answer him. Instead I got up and followed after Paul like any girl from a cliche romance movie would. I caught up with him after a few minutes of tiresome 'brisk walking', as I like to call it. He turned away when he saw me and punched a locker.
Hey, I've never seen this locker before. Kinda looks like mine, from the girl's PE locker room but oh... boy's PE locker room.
"Why did you follow me?" he didn't turn around and I was glad. He sounded hurt, again. I didn't want to see him hurt again. I guess I'm that kind of person. I don't like seeing others hurt.
"Because it's my fault. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." I don't apologize often but I felt it was the only way to make things better. Come to think of it, it was the first time I'd ever intentionally hurt someone. Maybe it was because I'd been bullied so much by the man standing in front of me. Back when he was a boy though, and he was obviously a man now. Okay not the time to admire his body. I bet he has nice abs though.
"Didn't mean to what? Be all over that Chris guy? I didn't know you're such a little whore. I didn't think about this before I came here." Oh hell no! Here I am trying to say sorry and he insults me! We can't have that. Think of something mean Gabz! Stupid Paul, coming here.
"Why did you come here?" That's all I could think of. Not too mean. I guess I didn't really want to hurt him.
"Isn't it obvious?" he finally faced me, his eyes wet as if a tear was about to fall. Dang, we weren't even together yet and he's crying over this? "Gabby," What the? He paused as if also unsure at the nickname he'd used, "I fucked up. I don't want to be with Rachel. I tried to fight the imprint because I'm scared to get hurt. By you. But you're more amazing than I could ever imagine a girl to be. You keep getting even more so the more I get to know you. I'd be stupid to not even try."
Well, that's some Nicholas Sparks ass shit right there. Still, what happened at Emily's was fresh in my mind.
"Bet your balls you done fucked up. Why couldn't you say it to her then? You keep talking sweet but your actions don't back it up. Did you expect to just come here and I'd welcome you with open arms? You left me at Billy's because I asked if i had a choice. Then you slip into Rachel's room without even a second glance at me. It's a little much, Paul. How can I trust you when all you've ever done was hurt me?" I felt I had the right to be dramatic. No one was around. And he was saying stuff that would really get my hopes up if I believed any of it.
"At Billy's I was in denial. And we've been together for years. I can't just forget that overnight!" He sounded just like Emily. He must've talked to her too. "Then at Emily's I realized that I wanted you more. You're perfect, Gabby."
Again with the name, "I know I probably don't deserve you but hey maybe for once in my life I'll get lucky and you'll want me too. I think I need you, even if I don't want to."
"And you didn't tell Rachel because?" I felt like a recording on repeat. I didn't take to heart what he'd been saying. Except for that last part, for once in his life? Poor kid, no wonder he bullied me so much. Had to vent out all that frustration somewhere.
"She would've hurt you Gab. She had a freaking knife in her hand. Even if I stopped her. I didn't want her to do anything crazy with you there."
That certainly put things into perspective.
"I told her as soon as you'd left. I let her slap me, punch me, whatever she wanted. I didn't care, as long as it was taken out on me and not you." Paul was out of breath after his long declaration of his feelings towards me. His chest was heaving a little. So he did tell her. He said something about wanting me more right? I wonder if he'd get mad if I asked him to write everything down so I could analyze everything he said. Before I could say anything, his lips came crashing on to mine. My body reacted before I knew what was going on. He was surprisingly gentle.
I know I'm being cliche again but I felt safe in his arms. You know you would too, he's a big beefy man.
He's a freaking shape-shifting wolf spirit warrior for goodness sake! He kills vampires. Or at least the legends say so. If you have a shape-shifting wolf spirit warrior taking care of you and you don't feel safe, than you're paranoid and should seek medical attention immediately!
"Ahm, Gabby?" Why does he call me - hey, he's not kissing me anymore. Judging by his grin and the way he was raising his eyebrows at me in disbelief, I could tell he hadn't been kissing me for some time now. Had I really just stood there with my eyes close and lips puckered? Puckered. Haha that word makes me giggle. Paul started laughing with me.
"I stood there looking stupid for a while huh?" I asked. Wow, that's really embarrassing.
"Yeah, I stop when I noticed your eyebrows furrowing. At first I thought you were in pain but I realized you must have been thinking about something so I let you be. I didn't want to disturb you but it was getting long so I kinda worried." As if standing there like an idiot wasn't enough.
"If you want to take back everything you just said, I'd understand." I meant it too. I wouldn't want to date someone as unusual as me. I wonder if I'd ever find anyone on my level. What would our kids be like? I was yet again interrupted by his kiss. I focused this time. I was the one to break away the second time.
"Should we get out of the boy's locker room? If someone caught us they'd think all kinds of nasty things, and honestly I wouldn't blame them. They'd probably spread all kinds of rumors and I still wouldn't blame them cause it's my fault for putting myself is such a position."
"Are those the kinds of things that normally go on in that cute little head of yours?" I shuddered a little as he ran his hands through my hair. It was so calming. I managed to nod slowly as he continued to rub my head.
"Gab, you're right though. Let's go." he whispered. I followed him without arguing.
I felt so relaxed I didn't even recap on what had just happened. Next thing I knew, we were in the parking lot getting onto his big motorcycle.
"What happened to your pick-up?" I wondered out loud. It'd be nice to have him around so I'd stop talking to myself so much. Pick-ups seemed to be a thing for people from the reservation. I got mine from Billy and fate probably gave it to me and Bella because I'm half Native American. Stereotyping again I see Gabz. At least it's against my own kind this time. That makes it okay. I think.
"I didn't want it to be so obvious I'm from the Rez. And I thought you might be embarrassed by me." he shrugged and was suddenly fascinated with the Gas tank meter on his bike. Although it's really shiny and pretty, I think he was just feeling shy about what he was saying. He didn't seem like the kind of guy who shared his feelings often. Imprinting get to you I guess. Or was he this sweet with Rachel?
"You obviously haven't seen Bella and I's ride. Try to spot it now. Sticks out like a sore thumb around here." I motioned to the rest of the parking lot. I assumed he spotted it because he laughed a little.
"You don't sound sure. What're you thinking?" he asked. How did he know? Might as well say it. So he could end things before he started anything he might regret.
"Did you break up with Rachel?" There. I said it. He paused, making my heart race might I mention. This boy was no good for my heart, I swear. I let out the air I'd been holding when he nodded and was able to breathe normally.
"Let's go?" he asked without looking at me.
"Uh, don't we have class?" His jaw clenched as if he'd realized something.
"You don't have to come. I'm being a bad influence, aren't I? I don't think I can control myself if I see that Chris guy again but you can stay if you want." he kicked a rock on the ground near his foot.
"I didn't say that. I just wanted to make sure you knew, being your first day here and all. Pretty crazy first day though, huh?" I joked as I got on behind him. He laughed before putting his helmet on. He gave me one as well. It was red. How did he know my favorite color? Had he been stalking me?
Was he the serial killer?
Nah, he would've let Rachel do it then.
Unless he wanted to do it himself.
"Where are we going?" I yelled. He probably didn't hear me. I kind of recognized the place. I knew we were one the Rez but not exactly where. I thought it was maybe the beach but we had just passed the side road leading to it.
Oh my gosh. He's going to kill me. This whole imprinting on me thing was a joke.
He pulled off another road not too far from the one going to the beach.
I finally recognized the place as the Cliff's. Was he going to make me jump off?
Goodbye cruel world. I just want to say I love my sister and father and dog. And everyone on the Rez. Jacob included. Even Paul. Nikki and Cam as well. I'll miss everyone in Forks. At least I'll get to see my momma again.
"Gab? You alright?" Of course not. It's human instinct to be not okay before dying. Hasn't he heard of fight or flight? Maybe he has and he liked to see me suffer. Damn him.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Are you mad about Rachel again? I'm sorry, it won't happen again! Gab please!" My heart wasn't made of stone. Even if he was about to kill me, my feelings ran deep.
"Why are we here?" I wasn't so rude to outright ask if he was going to kill me. So I played it smooth.
"I couldn't think of anywhere else to go that we wouldn't get in trouble for cutting classes." I was smooth but he was smoother.
"I should text Bella so she won't worry. And Nikki and Cameron." To say my finaly goodbye. He nodded in agreement.
'Bells, I'll get a ride home from school later. See you at home.'
'Nik, Cam, I'm at the cliffs with Paul. Didn't feel like going to class. You know why. I'll explain tomorrow.' If I was alive, that is. At least they'd know where to find the body now.
Paul took my hand and led me towards the edge. This was it, I thought.
Just as I began to say my prayers, he sat down on the ledge. Didn't see that coming. I never do with this guy.
"I don't know how to swim." Not that it would matter if I hit my head on one of the rocks. See, I told my dad swimming lesson would've been a waste of time.
"Really?" He laughed. I didn't see how that was comical. Learning to swim is a waste of time.
"Yeah. why?"
"Nothing. I could teach you sometime you know." I shook my head furiously. "Like now?". I felt myself freeze. He was taking of his shirt and pants. Leaving just a pair of shorts on. No wonder he felt so warm, all that clothing. Under clothing. Under clothing. How many layers is he wearing?
Then he jumped.
Oh my fucking gosh, he jumped! Was that a suicide attempt? Maybe he thought I'd come after him. Haha, nice try Mr. Serial Killer, you thought I'd -
And now, here I am falling after jumping off the cliff. I don't know why but my body seems to be drawn to him. So here I am screaming at the top of my lungs, flailing my arms around and kicking my legs cause that's I've seen swimmers do on tv, and I wasn't sure when I'd hit -
Splash! Water. Cold, cold water. I love that when I finally decide to get in the water is the day I didn't wear a wet suit. Wait, why is it getting warm? I should open my eyes. I looked to see Paul smiling with his arms around me. He then swam near the rocky side of the cliffs and held on. He then started laughing harder than I've ever seen him laugh.
"You. Should. Have. Seen. Your. Self. Fall" he said in between laughs, trying to stop himself at the same time. I didn't find it funny at all. I could have died by hitting my head, or drowning.
Just as he started to calm down, a wave came along and hit me right in the face. When it passed, I spit the water out from my mouth, all over Paul's face. He kept smiling and didn't even bother to wipe his face off. Which is really gross.
But turned me on, in a twisted kind of way.
